Life is like a broken sword
We never know which edge may cut us
But in all, we are orthodox about the positives
And the successes we wish to be attached to our lives
Life is measured not by the breaths we take
But there are moments that take these breaths away
To trudge on is hard, but a way
To hold tight till the ends meet
Having eagle eyes to see where it is better than that
Our lives, our lives are an embodied in misery
Stranded like lilies in the valley
Galloped in the astringent jaws of un-clarity
All disguised by the infantry of this world
In a shatter of what’s beyond the skies
Skies, empty skies covering a dozen hopeless
In the absence of nostalgia
The dew lovely feelings gone forever
I wish I had wings to fly
Oh my! But my eyes, darker are they!
But what am I to you?
Am I a glory to you, in this mist of despair?
Or another tattered soul among other in the haunted mansion
My life, just another scene in a caricature
Wondering what the fields have in store
The seasons so far to reach and grip
My soul travails and grieves deep
Longing to emulate the sweetness of life
When is my heart going lie soft and safe?
These are my blind eyes, our blind eyes
Yet as bright as they seem to be,
They cannot penetrate through the solid walls of life
A mass bounded by pros’ and cons’
An epidemic and a norm to all
Even to the unborn….
If I had eyes, eyes not blind as mine
I would seep through the veil of time
And see who I am, to you and them
All my strength and weaknesses I would lay
Understanding all, them I would lay
As though I am a prince amongst kings
But because of Blind Eyes…